"It's like he's being electrocuted when he tells a story," says patron Sara Gaither, an English adjunct instructor at the College of Staten Island. "He has to be moving every facial muscle, arm muscle, leg muscle, toe muscle, his ear. It's like it's the first story ever being told. And yet, he is equally enthralled to hear other people's stories."

The barkeep's tales usually star himself in a slightly embarrassing situation. One time, while out with his pals, Donegan had too much to drink and woke up with an orange mohawk. Then he showed up at work -- not knowing what he looked like.

"I figure if they're having a bad day, it's got to make them smile to hear my misfortunes," says the Bay Terrace resident dryly.

When not behind the stick Wednesday and Thursday nights, he plays baseball, hockey and soccer with his friends. And he's a new city Parks worker.

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Donegan and Done Again

Donegan and Done Again In a shaker over ice, combine and shake:
1½ oz. cognac,
1½ oz. Captain Morgan,
½ oz. peach schnapps,
1½ oz. Stoli Vanil,
splash of sour mix,
splash of cranberry
and a drop of lime juice.
Pour a martini glass and garnish with two cherries.